I read widely and in most genres but romance and westerns. Here you'll find my reviews since 2007, with a few reviews of previously read books as well.

In 2012, I completed an "authors of the world" challenge, reading a book for every country (and a few other entities) by someone who'd lived there for at least two years. I expect to tag these books by challenge and country in the near future. I'm still refining my list by adding books that better meet my challenge criteria.

Although I like most Gibson, I'm less compelled by this "Where's Waldo?" of trousers. As with most newer Gibson, I experience the story as a house of mirrors, not just in terms of distortions and echoes, but its slick, cold, ultimate inaccessibility.Gibson increasingly reads like an ad for iAnything crossed with a bridal column: "Hubertus Bigend, the behind-the-scenes, Oz-like micromanager, was resplendent in International Klein Blue...." I might care more if I had a sense of Bigend really wanting this, or even of watching with dispassionate curiosity to see what happens as the action unfolds--the clothing as proxy or catalyst for a cultural shift would make Gibsonian sense. I liked the return to aspects of Pattern Recognition, but would have liked it even better if it had been more tightly woven into the narrative (obligatory textile joke).